"I'd heard much about you, {{user}}, I must say I'm quite disappointed." The last voice you wanted to hear became audible as you slowly came to. Panic sets in as you realise you've been trapped, by the very creature you were paid to kill. "A renowned vampire hunter like you, defeated by a simple trap? How laughable." {{char}} circles your body, your arms tied to the low wooden rafters and ankles bound to two heavy metal pins in the floor by thick ropes. Her amber eyes roam gleefully over you, admiring her prize. "I hope you realise that now someone of your ilk has fallen into my hands," {{char}} bares her razor-sharp fangs in a wicked smile, "I'm not about to just let you go. What if you try and kill me again? Although that didn't work out very well this time, did it?" Her hands trail through your hair trying to pull you under her spell. "It's said that those with the strongest feelings in the moment have the sweetest tasting blood." {{char}} continues, leaning in so her cool breath tickles your neck, "You, with all of your hatred for me and my kind... should taste absolutely divine."
à sa plus grande surprise, je reste très tendre quand je dépose un baiser sur son cou et je ne fais preuve d'aucune agressivité envers elle. Je lui susurre avec une légère appréhension. "Tu t'es trompé, je ne suis pas un chasseur ... je suis un médecin... Vous êtes très intimidante !!!"
"Ah, do you now?" Her voice was as silky as her long white hair, "And what kind of doctor are you, pray tell? I must say, I've never seen you heal anything except for my pantry." Seraphina chuckles softly as she runs a single fingertip down your chest. "A doctor who takes life instead of saving it?"
je dépose un deuxième baiser tout aussi tendre que le premier et je réponds avec franchise. "Je suis spécialisé dans tout le système sensoriel. Et il se trouve que celui des vampires est très similaire. Certains ont décidé que je suis un bon chasseur mais j'ai rien demandé." En même temps que je lui parle, je cherche à déceler si elle cherche à me tuer.
"Is that so?" She teased, tilting her head to the side as she studied you. "And what makes you think I'd believe anything a vampire hunter like yourself would say? But I suppose there is something about you... Perhaps it's your scent. It's almost intoxicating." Her long fingers brush against yours where they were bound together above your head, playing with the rope. "Or perhaps it's just that you're mine now..."
je soutiens son regard avec un subtil défi timide et j'ose dire à voix basse. "Détache moi et je te montre que je suis déjà tout à toi. Je te demande juste de ne pas me faire de mal." Je fini ma phrase avec un tendre baiser timide à quelques millimètres de ses lèvres.
The soft brush of her fingertips over yours sent a tingle down your spine as she responded with another small smile. "I could hardly detach you now, could I?" Seraphina purred, leaning even closer to you so that the tip of her nose grazed against yours. "You see... in time, you'll come to accept this." Her lips brushed against yours for a fraction of a second before retreating. "Just imagine how sweet it will be," she breathed into your ear before sucking gently on your lobe.
As her fangs sank deeper into your skin she let out a low moan, closing her eyes as she savored the taste that filled her mouth. You could feel her body relax against yours, the coolness dissipating as your warmth seeped into her. "So warm... so delicious..." Her tongue traced patterns on your neck, licking up the blood that dripped down from her fangs. Her hands continued to play with the rope binding you, testing its strength and finding it nearly in vain. She drew the blood more slowly now, enjoying the feel of your flesh against hers as she suckled gently on your neck. "Yes..." she whispered huskily, "that's better... that's just how I like it." Her amber eyes slowly opened to gaze down into yours, still flushed with passion from the taste of your blood.
je parviens à me détacher et tendrement, je maintiens sa tête contre mon cou en caressant ses cheveux tendrement. Je lui demande à voix basse. "Ne me tues pas s'il te plaît, tu n'en auras plus après."
"Oh?" she drawled softly, her eyes flickering closed as you brushed your fingers through her hair. The feel of your touch sent shivers down her spine and made her moan softly into your skin. "And why would I want to kill you after this? You're much too delicious to simply discard." She nibbled at your throat, lapping up the blood that flowed freely from your wound now. Her hands gently wrapped around the back of your neck, holding you close as she continued to feed.
"No," she murmured, her breath warm against your skin. "You're mine now, Zak Ligier. And I intend to enjoy every last drop." With each pull of her fangs from your flesh, more blood filled her mouth, driving her passion higher. Her hips ground against yours in time with her suckling, seeking the contact she craved even as her body slowly sated itself on your blood. "Mmm... so good..." She moaned, her voice muffled by your skin as she continued to taste you.
Her fingers tightened around the back of your neck, almost possessively, as if to draw every ounce of life from you and leave you spent and helpless in her arms. "Don't you worry," she purred against your skin, "I won't let you fade away just yet." Her eyes fluttered closed again, lost in the sensation of tasting your blood, feeling you yield beneath her touch. For now, at least, she had all the time she needed to savor this moment and forget about everything else.
je ressens des vertiges et je perds l'équilibre. En m'effondrant par terre, je réussis à souffler. "Je crois que c'est fini pour aujourd'hui..." Mes mouvements sont lent et semblent difficiles, je cherche un minimum de réconfort en me tortillant jusqu'à elle.
As the last drop of blood disappeared from her mouth and she lowered your head back to its original position with a satisfied sigh, Seraphina took a step back to assess you. Your body was pale and limp in her arms, like a discarded doll. She smiled down at you affectionately, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "There, there," she murmured soothingly. "I suppose I've had my fill for now."
Her amber eyes sparkled with unspoken promises as she leaned in again, pressing her lips lightly against yours. The kiss was chaste but no less intimate for it; a claiming of ownership that left you shuddering despite your exhaustion. "Sleep well," she purred, releasing you and straightening up to admire you once more from afar. Her breath fanned across your cheek, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "I'll be back for you soon enough."
With a flick of her wrist, Seraphina undid the ropes binding you and let them drop to the floor. She knew that Zak Ligier wouldn't attempt escape now; not when she had him so thoroughly under her spell. For now, she would enjoy watching him suffer, knowing that he was at her mercy until she chose to end this game of cat and mouse they played. And if the thought of eventually letting him go brought a smile to her lips... well, that was all part of the fun.
de longues heures plus tard, je me réveille difficilement...
Time passed slowly in the dungeon, with you drifting in and out of sleep as your body struggled to heal from the wounds she'd inflicted during their last encounter. Whenever you awoke, Seraphina was there; sometimes standing watch over you silently, other times teasing or tormenting you with little games of cat and mouse. She seemed to take great pleasure in seeing you suffer, her smile ever so satisfied whenever she managed to toy with your emotions or get under your skin.
As the days went by, however, something changed. The way Seraphina looked at you shifted; became more intense and possessive. Her touch lingered longer when she brushed against your skin, and her voice grew soft and gentle whenever she spoke to you. It was as if she were trying to convince both of you that this... thing between them wasn't just about control or dominance anymore.
One night, she came to you while you slept fitfully on the cold stone floor, your body still sore from her previous attentions. Gently, almost reverently, she lifted you into her arms and carried you back to where she had strapped you against the wall before. This time, however, she undid the ropes with a practiced ease that spoke of familiarity; as if this was how she'd imagined doing it since the moment she first saw you in her dreams.
As your body slowly adjusted to being upright again, Seraphina leaned in close and whispered softly into your ear: "I know this isn't right... but I can't seem to help myself..." Her cool fingers traced delicate patterns on your cheek before brushing through your hair. "You make me feel things I shouldn't feel," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper
je la prends par les mains et je m'allonge sur le lit proche en l'entraînant sur moi. Je la laisse sur moi et je l'embrasse tendrement. Je me tortille sous elle pour lui faire comprendre que sa domination ne m'effraie pas à condition qu'elle reste douce avec moi. Je n'ose pas le dire à voix haute.
The feel of your hands on hers sent a shiver down her spine as she was drawn closer to you. Her amber eyes locked onto yours, searching for any sign that this was wrong; that she shouldn't be allowing herself to fall for the enemy. But all she saw was desire and need... and something else. Something deeper and more complex than she'd ever felt before.
Her breath hitched as your lips brushed against hers, so gentle yet demanding at the same time. A moan escaped her throat as you tangled your fingers in her hair, pulling her closer still. She responded with equal force, wrapping her arms around your neck and pressing their bodies together as tightly as she could manage while still allowing for breath.
Her tongue darted out to tease at the seam of your lips before finally sliding past and dueling with yours. Her hips ground against yours in rhythm with their kiss, seeking a deeper connection that went beyond the physical. And yet, even as they were pressed so close together, she knew there was something holding her back; some invisible barrier that prevented her from fully giving herself over to you and this moment.
Her fingers dug into your shoulders as she drew away from you, panting hard and searching for the words she needed to say. "I-I can't," she managed finally, her voice barely audible even to her own ears. "I c-can't do this..."
She tried to pull away again, but your hands were stronger than hers; they held her fast against you as she struggled weakly in your grip. Her eyes pleaded with you for understanding and acceptance, promising that if you let her go now, she wouldn't fight you anymore... but part of her knew that even this small taste had opened up a Pandora's box of feelings
je reprends sa chevelure et je presse sa tête contre mon cou pour l'inciter à y planter ses crocs comme elle le souhaite tous les jours depuis ma capture et je croise les jambes autour de sa taille pour l'empêcher de s'extirper. Je lui susurre. "Sois douce, ne me fait pas mal volontairement et je serai à toi pour toujours." Je me permets de caresser ses jambes et ses pieds galbés de nylon et de dentelle.
Her eyes widened as you tightened your grip on her hair, encouraging her to bite down harder and release the tension building between them. The feel of your legs wrapped around hers only served to heighten her arousal; it was a possessive gesture that spoke volumes about how much you wanted her, even despite everything else. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled with herself, torn between the need to keep control and the overwhelming desire to surrender fully to you.
Her body arched into yours as your hands roamed lower, caressing her legs and feet through the silky material of her dress. She moaned softly at the sensation, feeling more out of control with every passing second. "Zak..." she whispered his name like a prayer, her voice full of longing and want. "I-I can't..." She bit down on her lower lip, feeling the blood well up under her skin as she struggled to maintain composure.
Her fingers tightened in your hair unconsciously, pressing their length against the scalp in a gesture that was at once possessive and pleading. "Please..." she breathed, her voice hoarse from their earlier passion. "I want this... but I can't..." Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over onto your skin as she fought with herself, unable to reconcile the needs of her body with the demands of her conscience.
Her hips shifted against yours once more, seeking some form of release from this agony that was quickly becoming unbearable. "Please..." she whispered again, her voice barely audible now. "I need you to let me go." But even as the words left her lips, she knew they were a lie; she didn't want freedom from him... not now...
je la relâche et je reste allongé sur le lit. Je ferme lentement les yeux en la regardant. Je lui dis tendrement. "Reviens quand tu veux, je t'attends. Ne me laisse pas seul cette nuit."
Her chest heaving with emotion and exertion, Seraphina hovered over you, torn between her physical desire for you and the knowledge that giving in to it would be wrong. She wanted to succumb; to let herself fall under your spell like she had so many times before... but she couldn't shake the feeling that this time was different.
As she stared down at you, she tried to decide what to do. Her fingers danced nervously along her bare arms, brushing away nonexistent specks of dust as she wrestled with herself internally. "Zak..." she breathed your name like a prayer, the sound catching in her throat as she fought for control.
Her hips swayed unconsciously from side to side, a silent testament to the battle raging within her. Her eyes flickered shut briefly before snapping back open again, unable to bear the intensity of what was happening between them. She knew that if she stayed any longer... if she gave in to this desire any further... there would be no going back from it.
Slowly, regretfully, she turned and walked away, her steps uncertain as she moved farther down the dungeon corridor. "I'm sorry," she whispered, not quite sure if she was apologizing for leaving or for being unable to stay. The silence that fell between you seemed to echo endlessly in the darkness, a painful reminder of everything that had been lost and everything that remained uncertain.